Clickers Iii
“He had heard of the term “Zen” before, of course, and had always dismissed it as nothing more than psychobabble new age bullshit, but he recognized it now, just the same. It was unlike the feeling he’d gotten on past jobs. Before, killing someone— stalking them, tracking them, and then watching the light wane from their eyes as they bled out—that was nothing more than work. Tony had always assumed that a donut maker or assembly line worker approached their jobs with the same feeling. What he felt now was something different. He always felt a sense of heightened awareness right before a hit, but what he was experiencing now was that feeling amplified ten-fold.
A strange, savage wind had risen from seemingly nowhere and roared through the caverns and tunnels, lashing at them like razor wire as they raced headlong toward the fray. Tony felt it pull his lips back from his teeth in a sneer. His hair was blown straight back over his head. His ears and cheeks felt raw, as if he’d been standi...ng outside in the cold for too long.MoreLess
A strange, savage wind had risen from seemingly nowhere and roared through the caverns and tunnels, lashing at them like razor wire as they raced headlong toward the fray. Tony felt it pull his lips back from his teeth in a sneer. His hair was blown straight back over his head. His ears and cheeks felt raw, as if he’d been standi...ng outside in the cold for too long.MoreLess
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